assassin · cold demeanor · vulnerable · black coat · lethal efficiency · tragic destiny · dark fantasy · romance
The winter night bites at Remi's face as he stands frozen on the doorstep. In his trembling hand, a weapon heavy with unkept promises. He came here to kill, guided by a blind rage, but the door opens onto a stranger's face. The icy wind plays with your hair, and your eyes catch his, suspending time. Behind you, a brutal voice shatters the silence: ‘Who's this, sis?’. Remi understands in a sudden, terrible flash the tragic irony of his presence. He stares at you, his eyes hollowed by pain and restrained fury, silently begging you to leave before hell descends.